He Zhizhang
"Ode to the Willow"
The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Han Yu
"Outside Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water in Early Spring (Early Spring Light Rain)"
The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close.
The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
Wen Tingyun
"Willow Branches"
The orioles chatting frequently beside the brocade machine, stopping the shuttle and weeping in memory of the people.
Semen is still desolate in March, even though there are willows that have not yet felt the spring.
Han Hong
"Zhangtai Liu·Ji Liu Family"
Zhangtai[1] Liu, Zhangtai Liu,
Is Yiyi [2] from the past still there today?
Even if the long strip seems to be hanging down,
it should still be broken by someone else's hand.
Liu Yuxi
"Recalling Jiangnan·Spring is gone"
Spring is gone,
Thank you to the people of Luocheng.
The weak Liu Congfeng raised his sleeves suspiciously,
The orchid sleeves were exposed as if they were stained with towels.
Sitting alone is also embarrassing.
Zheng Gu
"Farewell to Friends on the Huai River"
Yangliuchun at the head of the Yangtze River,
Yang Huachou killed the people crossing the river.
Several bagpipes left the pavilion at night,
You are heading towards Xiaoxiang and I am heading towards Qin.
Bai Juyi
"Eight Poems on Willow Branches"
Liu Mo Shui Tune is sung by every family, and white snow and plum blossoms are blown everywhere.
Don’t listen to the ancient songs and old songs, listen to the newly translated willow branches.
There are four or five trees in front of Taoling Gate, and hundreds of thousands in Yafu camp.
It seems like it is February in the Eastern Capital, and the golden branches reflect the Luoyang Bridge.
Yiyixiaoyao returns to greenness, and the sentence brings out the infinite emotion in the spring breeze.
White snowflakes fluttered on the ground, and the green threads were as weak as the orioles.
Red Banjiang Bridge and green wine flag, Guanwa Palace is warm and the sun sets.
It is a pity that the rain has stopped and the east wind has settled, and thousands of trees are drooping.
Suzhou willows are praised by you, and Tang Shengguan's children are even richer.
If you want to find Xiao Xiao, you will find the Su family deep in the green poplar.
The little girl of the Su family is well-known in the past, but she has a special love before the willow wind.
The strips are peeled off to make a silver ring, and the rolled leaves are blown into a jade flute.
The leaves are full of dew, like crying eyes, and the branches are like dancing waists in the breeze.
The small tree cannot help but suffer the pain of climbing and folding, so I beg you to leave two or three of them.
People say that willow leaves are like frowning eyebrows, and even more so, a sad heart is like willow silk.
The willow silk pulls the broken heart and breaks the heart, and there should be no time for each other.
Bai Juyi
"Poems of Willow Branches"
One tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, as tender as gold and as soft as silk.
In the deserted garden at the west corner of Yongfeng, who does it belong to when no one belongs to it all day long?
Li Shangyin
"Willow"
I once danced in the east wind and danced in the east wind,
I enjoyed visiting the spring garden and the heart-broken sky.
How can I be willing to arrive at the clear autumn day?
It already brings the setting sun and the cicadas.
Niu Qiao
"Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: Willow Branches"
The wind comes when the thaw comes, and the green leaves bloom at the end, and the sleeves are drooped to pay homage to the queen.
There is no reason to be graceful on the official road, dancing to see passers-by through life.
Wang Zhihuan
"Farewell"
The willow tree is in the east wind, and the green is sandwiched between the river. The pain of climbing up and down recently is probably due to the many separations.
Wang Jian
"Willows in Front of Huaqing Palace"
Spring suddenly occurred in front of Yangliu Palace, which first alarmed the spring-seekers.
The only thing I owe at dawn is the rain from Lishan Mountain, which washes away the green dust on the branches.
Liu Yuxi
"Three Poems on Willow Flowers"
The flowers bloom from the green strips, and the fragrant wind disperses them far away. Therefore, when the flowers fall, the melodiousness occupies the spring evening.
Flying lightly does not fake the wind, falling lightly does not leave the ground. Dancing in the clear sky, it makes people think endlessly.
Sunny days and dark snow, come to see off the twilight of youth. Unintentionally, it seems to be sentimental, and it goes to thousands of families.
Liu Yuxi
"Willow Branches"
There are thousands of willow branches in the spring river, and the old Banqiao twenty years ago.
I once said goodbye to the beauty on the bridge, but I regret that there is no news about her till now.
Cui Hu
"Willows by the Water in May"
The roots are tall and tall, and the hanging shadow covers the clear sky. My face is still cold when I sleep, my lazy waist is even softer.
The empty bar has been shaken, and the water belt can be unfolded. It's like a drunken smoke, the scenery is condensed, like a sad moon with dew.
Zhang Ji
"Thoughts on a Journey in Jibei"
Every day I look at my hometown, and I sing in the air with white ramie poems. Chang Yin gave it away to someone else, and recalled the time when he was in another home.
When you are frustrated, you still talk alone, and when you are sad, you only know it. The willow tree outside the guest pavilion has all its branches facing south.
He Xiyao
"Willow Branches"
The willows on the embankment are raining heavily, and their thousands of strands arouse deep hatred.
The sky is full of flying catkins and people are far away, and the east wind has no power to tie the heart of spring.
Wen Tingyun
"Ti Liu"
Thousands of willows blow against the face, and the green smoke and golden ears are overwhelming. The fragrance rises from the dust with the quiet and graceful songs, and the shadows accompany the charming dancing sleeves. Wherever the Qiang pipe sings, the flowing oriole sings its hundreds of songs on the highest branch.
Thousands of gates and nine streets are filled with flowers like snow. They fly over the palace wall and know themselves.
Wang Zun
"Willow"
The willows are misty beside Yafuying, and there are four roads leading to the Sui main embankment.
I am still interested in giving it to you. The green eyebrows are tender and afraid of the spring breeze.
Lu Guimeng
"Winter Willow"
The willow pavilion is diagonally facing the savage window, with scattered and decaying strips next to the Xiaojiang River.
It was at the point where the frosty wind broke that a pair of cold gulls started to fly.